If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to professionally clean windows in Vermont, let me give you the inside scoop… spoiler: it’s not just about wiping away smudges—it’s about surviving the quirks of our beautiful, sometimes unpredictable state.
I’ve been in the window cleaning business long enough to know that each pane of glass has a personality. Some are polite and cooperative, letting the squeegee glide smoothly across. Others… well, let’s just say they’ve got an attitude, and they’ve clearly been holding grudges since the last time someone tried to clean them—probably during a snowstorm in March.
Here’s what I’ve learned on the job:
- Vermont Weather is a Co-Worker: One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s snowing sideways, and somehow the windows are still dirty. I swear some windows collect frost and pollen faster than a maple tree collects sap.
- Lake Champlain Views Don’t Clean Themselves: Homes with waterfront views? Gorgeous. Challenging. There’s nothing like trying to get a streak-free reflection of the mountains in the morning sun while a curious loon floats by judging your technique.
- The Sill is the Unsung Hero: I’ve seen it all—dust, leaves, and more mysterious dirt than I want to think about. Cleaning the sill is like archaeology for the mildly obsessed… you never know what you’ll uncover.
- Local Wildlife Adds Drama: Vermont birds are adorable… and messy. A robin or two might cheer you on from the outside ledge—or leave a surprise for your “before” photo.
But here’s the thing: I love my job. There’s something satisfying about taking a streaky, winter-beaten window and leaving it sparkling. When a homeowner sees their home looking brighter, I get that quiet nod of approval that makes the chilly Vermont wind totally worth it.
I also love that I get to meet so many people across the state, from cozy Burlington apartments to sprawling Shelburne homes. Each job is a little adventure, and every clean window is a mini victory over nature, dirt, and the occasional stubborn streak.
So, if you live in Vermont and your windows have been holding on to winter’s grime for just a bit too long, call me—I’ll bring the squeegee, the smiles, and maybe a few funny stories about birds and frost. Let’s make your windows shine like the first snow on Camel’s Hump.